BXBX NOVEL Chapter 290: Testing the Waters
His words were meant to stir things up. He wanted pushed their buttons, eager to see how far they could go.
This challenge wasn't just about showing his strength; it was about letting out his irritation and making them regret underestimating him.
Emy narrowed her eyes at his taunting words. She crossed her arms, trying to stay calm despite the tension building up.
"Fine," she replied, her voice steady but tinged with annoyance. "We'll wait until the next stop where there's more space. Let's see if your confidence holds up,"
"Oh, this is getting interesting," Lucas chimed in, his voice carrying across the bar.
The other patrons paused in their conversations, intrigued by the unfolding challenge.
"How about we place some bets?" one man suggested, clearly fascinated by this turn of events.
"Alright, I'll bet 1,000,000 credits on my bodyguard. Alfonso, come here," Emy declared.
A tall, dark-skinned man, closed to seven feet tall, stood beside her. He had an impressive physique, and even though he wore a coat, it was clear that he had a lot of muscles beneath it.
"Only 1,000,000 credits? I didn't know a representative of BioGen Corporation could be this poor," Reign said, shaking his head. "I'll bet on myself—10,000,000 credits!" he declared confidently.
Lilith had given him 10 million credits as pocket money. He didn't really need it, but she insisted
Emy's eyes widened in surprise at his bold bet. She hadn't expected him to be so confident and assertive.
She had only intended to test the waters because she suspected Reign might be a spy.
Who would have thought that instead of keeping a low profile, he would make himself the center of attention?
A spy wouldn't behave in such a manner.
"I..." She paused, feeling the urge to retract her earlier challenge.
However, the crowd in the bar began cheering and placing bets, escalating the situation to the point where backing down would be embarrassing.
"Very well," she said, swallowing her hesitation. "Let's see if you can back up that confidence."
The bar buzzed with excitement as everyone reacted to the challenge.
People exchanged eager glances, and the murmur of conversations grew louder.
"Did you hear that? Ten million credits!" one man exclaimed, eyes wide with astonishment.
"This is going to be one hell of a show," another chimed in, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
Some patrons started pulling out their credit chips, ready to place their own bets. "I'm putting my money on the big guy, Alfonso!" shouted a burly man near the poker table.
"No way, I'm betting on the Mercenary Anyone who throws down Ten million credits has to be confident for a reason," a woman said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
The bartender, wiping down glasses, shook his head with a grin. "Looks like things are about to get interesting."
Lucas leaned back, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "I'll match that bet, I'll go with my boy" he declared.
Another businessman, overhearing the challenge, called out his own bet, adding to the mounting stakes.
Emy, though internally conflicted, maintained her composed exterior. She glanced at Alfonso, who gave a nod of assurance.
The tension and excitement in the room were visible, setting the stage for an unforgettable confrontation.
"I hope you don't get cold feet later," Reign chuckled, his tone dripping with contempt.
They had started this feud, and now he was determined to finish it. Who gave her the idea to act so arrogant in front of a Demon Lord?
Alfonso stepped forward, glaring at him.
"Don't be too arrogant, Mercenary" he warned, his voice steady and menacing.
"You might regret it." Alfonso crossed his muscular arms, standing tall and imposing. "I've seen a lot of tough guys come and go. Confidence is one thing, but overconfidence? That can be dangerous."
Reign met his gaze without flinching. "We'll see about that," he replied with a nonchalant tone. "I don't get scared easily."
With that, both parties came to an agreement, and their fight quickly became the talk of the masses.
Conversations buzzed through the train, echoing through the elegant cabins.
In one of the more luxurious compartments, a group of well-dressed passengers discussed Emy's bodyguard's impressive background.
"Did you hear about Alfonso?" a man whispered, leaning in closer to his companions. "He used to be a Platinum member of Veiled Nights. He was so close to reaching Diamond in a Tier 2 city before."
A middle age woman nodded admiringly "I heard about that. They say he was one of the best, known for his strength and unmatched combat skills. No wonder the representative of BioGen hired him as her bodyguard."
Another passenger chimed in, "It makes you wonder how strong Lucas body guard must be to challenge someone like Alfonso. This is going to be an interesting fight."
Similar conversations unfolded throughout the train.
In the dining car, a group of businessmen speculated on the upcoming clash.
"I've seen Alfonso in action before," one man said, slicing his steak. "He's not just strong, he's smart. This Mercenary must have a death wish."
His companion, sipping a glass of wine, shook his head. "Or he's got something up his sleeve. Either way, it's going to be quite the show."
In another cabin, a couple of gamblers excitedly placed their bets. .net
"I'm putting my money on Alfonso," one of them said, counting his chips. "A guy with his track record? No way he loses."
"Don't be so sure," his friend replied, leaning back in his seat. "The Mercenary seems confident for a reason. He might just surprise us all."
As the train sped towards its next destination, the anticipation grew with every passing mile.
The upcoming fight between Reign and Alfonso became the main thing everyone talked about, making the train buzz with excitement in every part.
Meanwhile, Reign was lounging in his cabin, relaxed and unconcerned about the upcoming fight.
There was no way he would lose to an Ex-Platinum Divergent, or even hundreds of them.
To him, defeating such a weak opponent would be as simple as snapping a chicken's neck.
And he wasn't the only one confident in the outcome. Lucas began placing bets left and right, while even Lilith's hidden followers wagered on Reign to earn some extra pocket money.
"A bet?" A woman with jet-black hair and piercing black eyes raised her eyebrows after overhearing the rumors circulating.
Her unique appearance stood out, so she covered her face with glasses and a hoodie.
But beneath the hood and glasses, she had flawless skin, small eyes, and cute lips that gave her a youthful appearance, despite being 25 years old—a common trait among people of her race.
"Yes, Seki-sama," her male body guard bowed respectfully.
He shared her jet-black hair and small eyes, and also wore a cover to hide his face.